lt;White Bone Demong

The night temperature was very low, even I could see my own white breath. Inside the white coffin, the woman didn't look old, she was in her prime, wearing a burial shroud, with a waist like willow branches and a flat belly, not like she was pregnant. Yet there was a circle of black stitching on her neck.,It was as if a pair of dead eyes were staring straight at the plug and the dried tangerine peel.,This beast stood right on the corpse's chest, completely still, staring straight at the two living people beside the coffin.。